Dudley
Poor little Dudley,
Was just sittin in the barn,
Minding his own business,
Not doing chickens any harm,
When all of a sudden,
A rooster dies a his feet,
And Dudley thought that God had provided,
Him a tasty treat,
Right then walks in Fausha,
Carryin an old rusty gun,
Some cat's been killin chickens,
And he thought Dudley was the one,
So he lifts his old riffle,
And aims it at his head,
One second Dudleys enjoying chicken,
And theh next one he was dead,
The moral of this story,
That needs to be told,
Don't mess with Fausha's chickens,
Or you won't grow to be old!
In Loving Memory Of Dudley
September 5, 2009
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